"That is easy to say when you return to a castle each night."

Ruina agrees,"Perhaps so." She returns Sorin's smile, with one of her own. She did feel bad for Sorin. He was far from home in enemy lands. He was injured and he couldn't see his dragon. And no doubt, from what she had learned from him so far, he was bred for war. Being captured and by a female, no doubt, put a damper on his mood. Ruina keeps an eye on Sorin as he moves, using the wall as a crutch. Her eyes widen as Sorin offers her an ancient gesture of respect. A gesture no one had ever offered her before. Not even her best friends, or her siblings.

"May the great All Mother bless you for this, and may you always know my sword is yours."

Ruina smiles once again, this smile reached her eyes, bringing a sparkle to her ocean blue eyes. In return, Ruina returns the gesture. Her hand resting against her heart, then the spot between her eyes, and finally tipping her fingers to Sorin. Adding a bow to Sorin. Ruina had demanded to be in charge of the dungeons when she came of age because she had seen how some of the prisoners Khapan use to have, had been treated. They had been treated terribly when they needed to be treated better. Kinder. There was no weakness in kindness. This was an example of it. Sorin had relented and had offered a ancient gesture of respect. And no harm had come to the elf since he had entered Khapan. They had bandaged his wounds and soon food would be brought.

Ruina watches as Sorin reaches for the wall again, frowning, he needed to be off that ankle if it was too heal properly. And then the Ashaetha elf struggles to the cot, settling down. "I apologize if Vedeir causes any issue. He, like I, was bred for this. To be fighting and flying. The poor thing isn't used to being cooped up, nor being on the losing side like this." Ruina inclines her head,"I, myself, have not visited Vedeir, however my messengers bring me news of him. The dragon is resting, asleep, and his leg is healing." A small smile flickers across her face,"And when he was awake, he stayed relatively calm." She understood what Sorin meant.

Perhaps she hadn't been bred for war, but she adapted to it well. Like Iamuss, she preferred to be in the air. Fighting? Perhaps not so much, but she did see the point of it. "Unless you have anything else, I will go speak with my father see about moving you." The dungeons are filled with the sound of footsteps and a servant turns the corner, carrying a tray of food. From their best cook, Ruina gestures at it,"Until I return, eat." In the servant's other hand was water. Ruina continues,"Drink. Rest. It should not take long." She inclines her head to Sorin before turning and exiting, nodding to the servant as she goes. The servant slips the food and water through the door to Sorin.